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Nigul
Legacy Name: Nigul


The Graveyard Ruffie
Owner: Dimitri

Age: 16 years, 7 months, 2 days

Born: August 27th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 7 months, 2 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 27th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 123
     
  • Strength: 306
     
  • Defense: 302
     
  • Speed: 305
     
  • Health: 308
     
  • HP: 304/308
     
  • Intelligence: 498
     
  • Books Read: 483
  • Food Eaten: 5
  • Job: Store Clerk



Nigul was once a normal young teenager, well, as normal as a teenager with issues could be. His life was okay, relatively stress free. Until he got hit by a bus. Yes, Nigul was run over.
He was in a coma for three months, and in critical condition for much of that.
Which seemed to be the perfect body for two stray demon spirits to possess. Why two? They both just happened to be there at the same time and instead of fighting over Nigul's body, they agreed to share. But neither knew that Nigul was still there. They had assumed he was gone from his body, since he was on life support.
One demon healed his body enough so that it would be allowed to heal more naturally, to avoid any suspicion from the doctors as they waited until Nigul could be released.

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Nigul pulled his coat up around his face as he walked down a dingy alleyway, the cold wind stinging his face. He hated being so secretive and distant from people, he had lost a few friends already. Ever since he was in his accident a few years ago, he had become a different person. Someone that was damaged, broken and unable to be fixed. Nigul had once resented the doctors for keeping him alive, but that was their job. He had then begun to hate what had happened to him afterwards, to what happened to him while he was recovering. That was what he hated.
He had awoken in the hospital bed to voices that only he could hear. Nigul had thought the crash had scrambled his brain, but the doctors had assured him that was completely healthy and normal. The voices had told him that they were surprised that he was still alive, that they had thought he would have died eventually. Guess they hadn't accounted for the human will to live.
Years had gone by, and Nigul began to live with those voices. At first he thought he was crazy; a schizophrenic. Turned out they were two passing demon souls looking for their next body to possess. Nigul was just unlucky. The demons had convinced him that he was in fact, not crazy. Though it came with one side-effect. They would, and could, take control of his body whenever Nigul had his guard down. When he slept was when he was most weakest. And what they did, would put him in danger of the worst kind.

Demon Hunters

Nigul was terrified of them. Everywhere he went, he would unwittingly run into one on a weekly basis. If not more. Sin and Wrath - Names his demons had taken on. They fit their personalities well enough - said that they wouldn't be a problem, and that they could always be able to elude them. Nigul wasn't so sure. He was wary, untrusting, and most of all, an insomniac. Unfortunate side effects.

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"Nigul. Why do you keep pushing yourself so hard?" Nigul sighed, his breath a misty swirl in the cold air. Sin, the more concerned demon of the two, the more 'sane' one. He hated answering them, because it meant acknowledging that they were there. "Because, I'd rather not wake up tomorrow covered in some poor girls blood with a killer hangover. Since I know that you'd want to go drinking to pick up some girl, then Wrath would want to gut her and play with her insides." Nigul had a weak alcohol tolerance, it didn't take much to get him sloshed. It was a pain since Sin had an expensive taste for fine wines. Wherever he got the money to buy such things eluded Nigul, he didn't bother asking where it came form anymore.
Nigul still had horrific nightmares, but he had ceased convulsing and shivering, or waking with cold sweats because of them years ago; from what he did when they were in control. Demon hunters liked him, apparently mostly because of who was in his head. Sin and Wrath were quite popular with them, though they never told him what their real names where. They said they were 'protecting him'. Right.
'Hee hee. Silly Nigul, you have to sleep sometime.' He clenched his teeth. Wrath. The psychopath. Could feel him pressing on his consciousness. Wrath had a tougher time trying to take control, which was a good thing. Even Sin prevented Wrath from taking over sometimes, as if he had top priority over Niguls body.

A sudden movement in the corner of his eye made him freeze his step. What was that? Then a figure rushed out at him and hit him in the head with something very, very hard. Niguls head was ringing, and his vision blurry. "Uuughh. Wha-what was that?" He mumbled, the figure walking steadily toward him. Sin felt angry, and Wrath was hissing in his head. That normally meant that it was a demon hunter. He tried to stand, but his vertigo was too much. He vomited. Sin felt the need to take over, like he usually did when being attacked.
Nigul lost control of his body, his consciousness floating in a mass of nothingness; like being shoved to the bottom of a pool, he's there, just not 'there'. His eyes suddenly turned gold in colour as Sin took control, he became steady on his feet. "Tsk tsk. Darling, you shouldn't have done that. Nigul is a delicate flower. I would like it if you didn't try to break him." The hunter grunted, flashing a pair of swords. "Ah. So this is how it will be then," A large skinny greatsword appeared in 'Nigul's hands from nothing. He smirked, the blood from his head injury running down his face. "Better not disappoint." Then a flash of steel and sparks with Wrath laughing menacingly in his head, begging for blood.

Pet Treasure


Stay Awake Eye Drops

Red Apple

Misfortune

Book of Demonic Names

Book of Demons I

Book of Demons II

Book of Demons III

Book of Demons IV

Book of Demons V

Demon Wing

Tattered Navy Blue Jacket

Graveyard Ruffie Beanbag

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